THE FIRST

THE FIRST

I can’t believe I’m so nervous. I mean, I’ve had many firsts before in my life and this one ranks no higher or lower than the others. I keep telling myself to GET IT TOGETHER! I’m shaking like a leaf. Is this anticipation or am I having a seizure of some sort??? Regardless, this is ridiculous. Good or bad it will be over before I know it…right?? Ok, a little background about me first:

I have no life lol. Like absolutely no life to speak of whatsoever! I am a clinical psychologist so I live my life through others. Who has time for their own issues when you are immersed on a daily basis in someone else’s? Not I my friend. I work, I come home and work, and then I sleep and dream about work. So, it would stand to reason that I have missed out on some of the more fun, social aspects of life!

But, it’s my time now. I have a date with destiny and I’m ready to dip my toe into some fun and unwind. Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to wear. A closet full of clothes and nothing seems appropriate for such an occasion. Do I go fun and flirty?? Maybe that’s too casual. Should I opt for sexy and sophisticated?? I’m not that chick. What if I end up with a stain? Wow, did I really just say that? What kind of night am I planning here??? Ok, focus…stick with what I know. Classy and comfortable for the win.

Clothes- check, nerves…getting there. To blush or not to blush? That is the question. Part of me feels ridiculous for even thinking of wearing makeup for this but, it IS a first. You only get one chance to make a first impression so I’m pulling out all the stops. I’m thinking I can go slightly dramatic because of the low lighting and candles. I’m almost giddy with glee as I pull out the red lipstick. I can’t remember the last time I went red. Tonight is special and I want to shine.

Ok, I’ve done all I can do. It’s time. I give myself one last glance over. Not bad but I’ve definitely looked better. As I walk up the hallway I can see him sitting there waiting for me. He’s beautiful. I marvel to myself that I don’t know if I’ve seen that shade before. I know that sounds crazy but I can see how robust and full-bodied he is by the way the counter is holding him. The way the light shines on him is almost radiant. It’s time.

I boldly walk up to him and run my hands down the side of his smooth body. The delicious thrill I get just from how cool to the touch he is surprises me. Without hesitation I grab his neck and pop the cork. WOW…I didn’t know how powerful that would be! I’m almost overwhelmed by the black cherry and plum scent that seems to fill the room and my senses. I grab a glass and run my fingers over his gold lettering: M E R L O T. How can 6 letters be so very sexy? Yes, it’s time.

I’m usually not a wine drinker but tonight when I saw him, I knew I had to have him. My very first glass of Merlot. As I take my first sip I can actually taste the cloves and hints of chocolate. Wait…is that smoky bit tobacco? I realize that I’m actually dribbling at this point. Not wanting to let even one drop escape, I catch the drops with my finger and place that into my mouth. This is incredible! How on earth can I continue my relationship with beer now that I’ve gone to the dark side that is Merlot? I’M IN LOVE AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!! My phone rings and I realize that I was supposed to be meeting a guy that I met online a few weeks ago. As I take another sip of my wine I realize that there is no way he could possibly compete with the feeling that I am getting from this bottle. I immediately hit decline without removing the glass from my mouth. Life is sweet and you only get to experience the first time once. I’m savoring this. DO NOT DISTURB.